When Insomnia calls

When night fallsAnd Insomnia callsMy eyes closeBut my mind flows.I stare into the darknessAnd think about this madnessIt’s going to be a long night son.Solomon.


So men have accepted their truths

That they will always remain strangers in the eyes of another.

For strangers deserve nothing but hate and rejection

And strangers they shall remain till the end of time

Shouting Heart

I wish we spoke the same language. The language the free birds sing on those cold lonely mornings. I wish our tongues were one and the same. That you could get lost in my eyes. Eyes that see stars in yours. For my face is of stone, dry and rugged, quiet as the still oceans…